Quotes About Beauty

The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is the example of the eternal seductiveness of life.

The loveliest of trees, the cherry now is hung with bloom along the bough, and stands about the woodland ride wearing white for Eastertide.

Life without love is like a tree without blossom and fruit.

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.

Chaucer, I confess, is a rough diamond; and must be polished e'er he shines.

Her figure is harder to ignore than a ringing telephone.

The most delightful advantage of being bald one can hear the snowflakes.

I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?

My sister says she never seems to get it together . . . either her rear looks good or her face does.

It's not wrinkles. I just have too much skin for the size of my face.

Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die. Take him, and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Magic lives in curves, not angles.

There never was such beauty in another man. Nature made him, and then broke the mould.

What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And, yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me: no, nor woman neidier, though by your smiling, you seem to say so.

God gave us memories that we might have roses in December.

Men don't get cellulite. God might just be a man.

Oh, to be in England Now that April's there.

Among the changing months, May stands confest The sweetest, and in fairest colors dressed.

Oh, the lovely fickleness of an April day!

That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.

I get up and I bless the light thin clouds and the first twittering of birds, and the breathing air and smiling face of the hills.

Look to the East, where up the lucid sky The morning climbs! The day shall yet be fair.

Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.

Day's sweetest moments are at dawn.